My body is a beautiful building.
It consist of six floors.
There’s only one elevator.
That goes to all the floors.
I mean all except floor number four.
The penthouse is my mind.
It keeps the elevator constantly sending messages to floors, 123 and five.
The people that live there never go anywhere.
They never have to because the penthouse supplies everything they need.
They love their job they will never leave.
The fourth floor is very unique.
A beautiful work of art.
You see, the fourth floor is the building’s heart.
The elevator doesn’t stop there.
To get to the fourth floor you have to take the stairs.
That’s the only floor that the penthouse may rent or lease.
Sometimes it stays vacant for a very long time.
You really have to be special to get to live in there.
I’m talking background checks.
Character checks.
Numerous references.
The building, has been so lonely and vacant for so long.
Everybody’s hoping that the penthouse will trust someone again.
The last person that live there was really nice at first.
Then things made a turn for the worst.
He started breaking things.
The penthouse decided to serve him with an eviction notice.
But he begged to stay, said he was sorry and he will take care of the place.
So the penthouse gave him the benefit of the doubt, because he was really a great tenant.
He fixed everything.
Everybody was happy for a while.
Then he started doing the same things destroying the place really bad.
He had a friend over they were drinking.
I guess they fell asleep and left the stove on smoke filled the building.
It was too late.
The whole fourth floor burned down but they were OK.
They got away both went up the fire escape.
The damage was so bad it took a long time to repair.
They didn’t care they didn’t even help to pay for repairs.
I really hope penthouse trust someone enough to live there again.
It’s really lonely when the fourth floor is vacant.



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